Is all this spoke in earnest?
_Elder Lo_. Yes and more as soon as I can get it out.
_Lady_. Well out with't.
_Elder Lo_. You are, let me see.
_Lady_. One that has us'd you with too much respect.
_Elder Lo_. One that hath us'd me (since you will have it so) the basest,
the most Foot-boy-like, without respect of what I was, or what you might
be by me; you have us'd me, as I would use a jade, ride him off's legs,
then turn him to the Commons; you have us'd me with discretion, and I
thank ye. If you have many more such pretty Servants, pray build an
Hospital, and when they are old, pray keep 'em for shame.
_Lady_. I cannot think yet this is serious.
_Elder Lo_. Will you have more on't?
_Lady_. No faith, there's enough if it be true:
Too much by all my part; you are no Lover then?
_Elder Lo_. No, I had rather be a Carrier.
_Lady_. Why the Gods amend all.
_Elder Lo_. Neither do I think there can be such a fellow found i'th'
world, to be in love with such a froward woman, if there be such, they're
mad, _Jove_ comfort 'em. Now you have all, and I as new a man, as light,
and spirited, that I feel my self clean through another creature. O 'tis
brave to be ones own man, I can see you now as I would see a Picture, sit
all day by you and never kiss your hand: hear you sing, and never fall
backward: but with as set a temper, as I would hear a Fidler, rise and
thank you.
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